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I 'm off to Charlestown be - fore the break of day !
My Nell she wav'd her handkerchief, before she let me go, Floating down de riffer wid de ole banjo ; I stood and gaz'd upon her, and wip'd away a tear, De last words she said to me, was " Fare you well, my dear." < I'm off to Charlestown, &c. |
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It begin to rain a little, de night was berry dark, De niggars dey got frighten'd, de dogs begin to bark, De coon he scar'd de buzzard, de buzzard scar'd de coon, And dey all kept up a running till to-morrow afternoon. I 'm off to Charlestown, &c. |
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O dat Charlestown is a pretty place, de gals dey dress so neat, Dey am so slender round de waist, and pretty in de feet; I'd rather kiss my Nell, dan all de gals I ebber see, Cause her breff is like an orange-blossom hanging on a tree. I'm off to Charlestown, &c. |
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